for a long time, I thought I was confused. I thought I lacked discipline. I thought there was something wrong with me because everyone else seemed to “know” what they wanted. but the truth is, I wasn’t confused. I was surviving. when you grow up learning how to adapt, how to stay safe, how not to disturb, you don’t learn who you are. you learn how to cope. most of my choices weren’t about what I truly wanted. they were about what felt safer. what wouldn’t disappoint anyone. what wouldn’t put me

Reflecting on a Cursed Year

First Amendment Audit: Public Film On Confusion